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"Now I'm old/Strapped in my cell as I cultivate mold /In the twilight of my years/I am still a drug addict!" Nitro Burning Funny Bong blared out of the now plastic covered Speakers as Nitrous Oxide began rushing down the ramp. "From somewhere in the Midwest, Nitrous Oxide!"
"I'm sucking all night long on a ten foot bong/Moistened with lotion, /wrapped in a sarong!" Quite suddenly he began slipping and collided into the ring, to the crowds amusement.
"You know I live like a king I act like a f*****t/Once was a warrior, now just a sponge/High all the time got a d**k like a muskellunge." He started popcorn jumping excitedly the Ref turned around and told him to settle down, he did.
"My glorious destiny it turned to s**t/Can I get another hit?"
He didn't bother Popcorn jumping in this weather, but him hitting his shoulder with his fist 1 2 3 times was quite a site in the middle of the deluge.
"From the Nitro-burning funny bong/Just one hit, your life goes wrong/Nitro-burning funny bong/Another stupid stoner song !"

The music Stopped and Nitro pulled out a Bullhorn from under the ring.
"Mary mother of God on Acid. It's a fricking drizzle out here." The crowd gave a mixed review. "Y'know, this ain't my first time outside. I done the whole Backyard Wrestlin' before." He grinned as the crowd cheered and jeered. "Man did you HEAAR Tristy back there? Babbling about Luxuries and all that j**z. I cannot frigging believe it. One of the Tibetan Black Magicians droning about Pride? Please, You're just under the illusion that we're all spoiled kids who can't handle an outdoor scrap." He paused a second to tilt his head backwards and catch some of the rain falling into his mouth. Obviously Nitro wasn't unused to inclement weather, given most of his work was in South Dakota, where Rainstorms occasionally appear to be apocalyptic.

((Y'know, the Ramp is kinda supposed to be really fricking slippery. Plus Nitrous is Enjoying himself.))
Nitro got tackled, but still punched and elbowed back at Dauth, attempting to make it at least painful to get him on his back while trying to smack him away with the Bullhorn.

Dauth quickly rolled out of the way of the knee gut and jumped to his feet. He went for a few swift kicks to Nitro's back.

As the dropkick hit Dauth, he went backwards with such force that his feet literally slipped up over his head. Landing awkwardly on his neck, Dauth quickly rolled out of the ring onto the outside to try and recuperate for a moment.

Dauth quickly dropped to the ground when he saw Nitro sliding towards him. Once he was back on his feet outside, Dauth would attempt to his Nitro with a dropkick of his own.

(( I rolled out of the ring. I'm assuming that WOULD in fact have you sliding all the way out of the ring if it misses. If you weren't baseball sliding to the outside to hit me, then what exactly WERE you sliding at? And the slippery conditions would actually probably have you go farther out of the ring and probably miss completely, eating it onto the outside. I'm not trying to make this into something big, just thought I'd throw in my side of it. I'll try to be more cautious when I respond. ))

Dauth, barely able to maintain his balance, slipped and stumbled in sloppy fashion as he ran at Nitro, throwing his weight into an elbow he would aim towards the side of Nitro's head.

((The fact I was sliding at you would mean that if you dropped to the ground as I came out, Gravity would hit a lot faster than Inertia.))
Nitro attempted to shift his head so that the elbow would miss.